Confusion and moods,
like smoke across these hours and days.
The faces of these women.
I am torn by love and joy.
I wander through my mind
playing scenarios of 1, 2, and 3.
Visions of loss, missed opportunities,
terrible hurts and fear.
The clarity of seeing them,
their mother’s love, their compassions.
I watch like a spectator
in my life
weaving these days and months
into questions I’ve never known before.
I want both…I have both,
and yet the months draw on.
On to my self imposed departure
out of my new world
of love and light and compassion.
gallagher
20 september 85
– Lise and Rose
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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